"Puella lupo inferno interfecta est."
The words repeated in (Y/n)'s head, a warning sweet as bile that filled him with nausea. He remembered this lesson well.
"The girl was killed by a wolf in hell."
He would never forget the look in his grandmother's eyes as she held him tight. Her words were firm, drilling into his young mind with no hope of escape.
"She isn't just some girl... she's the embodiment of all children; of innocence itself."
(Y/n) sniffled, leaning into (G/n)'s soft touch as she wiped the tears from under his watery eyes.
"Remember, (N/n)... creatures like Calvin lost their innocence long ago. They crave to destroy what they themselves no longer possess. Don't let his words get under your skin."
Back then, Calvin had never put his hands on (Y/n). His bullying was limited to vile words that the little posse of his friends would repeat over and over again.
(Y/n) never really understood the things Calvin said at that time.
...
For the most part, anyway.
"Don't let him under your skin..."
His weak voice trembled, mumbling over the words like a long forgotten mantra that threatened to burn right through his tongue.
Blood steadily dripped from (Y/n)'s nose and onto the snow below. The iron taste, hot and familiar, distracted him from the winter wind biting at his skin through the fresh holes ripped into his silken cloak.
He knew what would be waiting for him at home, and the long walk allowed plenty of time for dread to settle in.
A pit formed in the (h/c)'s stomach at the sight of a familiar car parked in front of the decrepit house he called home. The young man wasn't ready to face this demon yet...
With a heavy heart, he opened the door into his annual nightmare.
(Y/n)'s bag fell limply onto the wooden floor with a thud; suddenly much too heavy for him.
A million horrible thoughts were running through his head as he took in the scene before him.
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Crimson Red
General Fiction(I'm an author on Wattpad, if you are reading this on a different website it is stolen) Hoc est quod lupus quaerit, et sic praeda effugere non potest. "Your warm red blood, it calls me..." Yandere male × Male red riding hood reader (no art belongs t...
